So it’s 1:09 am and my spirit is highly vexed. I just regained consciousness from a terrifying cold sweat. God summoned me in the wee hours of the morning to gain my undivided attention. It’s definitely a praying time. It appears he’s sounding the alarm to warn me that my fences have been infiltrated and there’s an enemy present within my camp.
Somewhere between "lala land" and lucid conscious dreams, I woke up with a decapitated head in my lap, which appeared to be my own.
From what I gather in hindsight, it appears the nearby enemy made one clean slice across my throat (from behind) to silence me into submission.
My ears have been bombarded with an avalanche of negativity to disrupt my peace and infect my harmony. As a result of continued avoidance, I suffered severe consequences. I abandoned my post right in the middle of a war zone.
The enemy posed as an ally and lured me into the wilderness. Once I willfully obliged in darkness, they taunted me with cat and mouse games. In one breath, they possessed angelic wings to earn my trust and in the next, they assumed evilness to disregard it.
My gullible naivety underestimated the thief that came to steal, kill and destroy. He came with a vast army of familiar faces to break my spirit and kill my morale. With every injury, he offered his helping hand and stabbed me in the back. He bandaged wounds that he caused, blindfolded my eyes and lead me deeper into the valley.
At the end of the journey, he celebrated his premature victory and revealed his face. He laughed hysterically as he pointed to the "broken fence." The place that I inadvertently failed to properly secure.
I unknowingly had invited him in through a small oversight. He gained entrance through my own negligence.
When he drew his sword and sliced my throat in broad daylight, he had no idea that God had made the necessary provisions.
Unbeknownst to me, the uniquely fitted helmet of salvation saved my life. When he made the cut, my head fell below the breastplate of righteousness because I refused to retaliate.
When the helmet fell into my lap, I assumed that it was my head but God....
I rose from the attack unscathed.
You don’t have to "counterattack" when the enemy slithers onto your property. You don’t have to publicly rally for an alliance of supporters.
God is not blind to the enemies’ schemes. He knows there is a Judas planted among your camp. He spotted the broken fence.
Do not be dismayed in times of distress and don’t let your faith waiver because he will always send the necessary help.
You will NOT suffer at the hands of the enemy in this season. You’ve had your fair share of "L’s" it’s time that you win.
